Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lyres to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
Fear,
Cameo,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.